The Cherished Beloved
Love represents the highest form of existence in our lives. When it is founded on loyalty, devotion, and sacrifice, the beloved earns a place as vital as the soul in the heart of the lover. Acknowledging this treasured status, we present you with a collection of beautiful expressions dedicated to the cherished beloved.
Beautiful Words for the Cherished Beloved
- My life has been lost twice: once before I met you and a second time when we stopped meeting.
- If Newton had looked into your eyes, he would have realized that there are no laws of attraction that can govern them.
- I loved you as if you were the last of my beloveds on Earth, yet you tortured me as if I were your last enemy.
- A person may sell something they have purchased, but they will never sell a heart that has fallen in love.
- Love is an illusion that makes one believe that a woman is different from all others.
- I love you with a love that knows no bounds; I love you despite the distance, I love you even in prolonged silence, and I love you, dear one.
- Your love is a silence that words cannot express, and it speaks volumes that no dictionary can define.
- It is easy to drive away an army that occupies your homeland, but it is much harder to expel a love that occupies your heart.
- If you love a woman, do not say “I love you,” for that phrase will make her want to dominate you.
- Eyes communicate a language that only lovers understand, filled with silence when they begin to speak.
- The most important thing in life, my beloved, is to learn how to love and to allow love to enter our hearts.
- When my soul ceases to adore your spirit, my pen will cease to love letters and kiss paper.
- I love you, my dear, not for who you are, but for who I become when I am with you.
Poetic Verses for the Cherished Beloved
Poem: We Drank to the Beloved’s Memory
This poem, “We Drank to the Beloved’s Memory” is by the poet Ibn al-Farid, whose full name is Omar bin Ali bin Murshid al-Hamawi. Born and died in Egypt, he was affectionately known as Sharaf ad-Din Ibn al-Farid and is often called the Sultan of Lovers. In his poetry, Ibn al-Farid presents a unique philosophy called the Oneness of Being.
We drank to recall the beloved, a vessel of wine,
We were intoxicated by it before the vineyard was created.
The moon serves as a cup, wandering,
While the sun rotates it, in conjunction with stars’ glow.
Had it not been for its fragrance, I would have never found its place,
And without its radiance, imagination could not have grasped it.
The passing of time has left behind but remnants,
As if its essence is concealed in the hearts that understand.
When it is mentioned in the neighborhood, its inhabitants,
Get intoxicated; it bears no shame nor guilt.
From the depths of the cups, its name ascends,
And in reality, what remains is just its name.
If it ever crossed a person’s mind,
Joy would arise, and sadness would depart.
If the drinkers looked upon its seal,
They would be drunk without its presence, due to this seal.
If they sprinkled it over a grave’s dust,
The soul would return and the body would revive.
If they placed it near its vineyard,
A sick person would recover from their ailment.
If they brought it near a resting place,
And it spoke, the silence could express its taste.
Should the east be fragrant with its scent,
Then in the west, one would long for it to return.
If a hand were stained with its wine,
It would not lose its way in the night, holding a star.
If a secret were unveiled in the distance,
Those who could hear it would not be deaf.
Had a group ventured to its homeland,
Among them, a bewitched soul would not fear poison.
If the lines of the rich tapestry were drawn,
On the brow of a tormented soul, it would heal through art.
And if her name were inscribed on the flag of an army,
It would intoxicate those beneath it.
It refines the attributes of the intoxicated into a path,
Directing them to the path of determination.
And he is honorable who has not tasted generosity,
And he is patient, in rage, who is void of patience.
If the people obtained a kiss from her lips,
They would be infused with the meaning of her kisses.
They ask me to describe her, for you are experienced,
Indeed, I possess knowledge of her descriptions.
Clarity with no water, and kindness without desire,
And light with no fire, in spirit without form.
All events recounted through her emerged,
Long ago, and there is no shape nor image here.
It is a wisdom that resides without concealment,
Which obscures all from whom it knows not.
My soul is entwined with her to such an extent,
That no wrong can penetrate its essence.
There is a vineyard without wine, and I am a mother to it.
There is a vineyard without wine, and in her is the essence.
And the beauty of these vessels, in truth, is subordinate
To the beauty of meanings, and the meanings flourish within.
Separation has occurred, though all is one,
For our souls are wine and our forms are vines.
There is no precedence before her nor a time after her,
For the precedence of distances belongs solely to her necessity.
And the age of the present was once her time,
And the era of our father is after it, and it is her orphanage.
Her virtues lead those who praise her to describe her,
So that their expressions are beautiful in both prose and verse.
Those who are unaware of her become immersed, at her mention,
Like an eager lover whenever her name is spoken.
They say you drank the sin; indeed, I’ve only drunk
What I consider sinful when I forsake it.
Congratulations to the dwellers of the monastery; how intoxicated they became with it,
Though they did not drink it, but they craved it.
I carry within me the ecstasy of it long before my creation,
Forever present, even if my bones decay.
With it, be pure, or if you wish, mix its taste,
For to stray from the justice of the beloved is itself injustice.
Therefore, embrace it in the tunes, resonate with it,
For it is abundant with melodies.
And just as the grief never settled in a space,
Neither does sorrow settle during harmony.
And in the intoxication of it, even for a fleeting hour,
You can see time submissive, and you hold dominion.
In life, there is no existence for one who lives awake,
And whoever cannot die in intoxication has missed wisdom.
So for oneself, let those whose lives have slipped away, weep,
For they have no share nor portion in this fate.
Poem: Forgive Me, My Beloved
“Forgive Me, My Beloved” is a poem by Egyptian contemporary poet Farouk Gouida, born in 1946. He graduated from the Journalism Department of the Faculty of Arts in 1968 and is known for crafting poetry across various forms, ranging from traditional verse to lyrical theater. Throughout his life, he authored 20 books, including 13 poetry collections that encapsulate unique and personal experiences. He also contributed three successful plays to the theatrical poetry landscape, earning him recognition as one of the distinctive voices in contemporary Arabic poetry.
Every year, I would carry a flower,
A yearning bloom longing for you…
Each year, I gathered pieces of my days,
Scattering them like fragrance in your hands.
Every year, dreams turned into a garden,
Adorning my gaze… and yours too.
Year after year, you departed, my beloved, in my blood,
Spinning round and round… then returning to find refuge at your shores.
But the winter blooms are stingy,
Withheld from my heart, just as they were from you.
Forgive me, my beloved,
If I arrive without my flowers,
To lay some of my sorrows at your feet.
Thoughts for the Cherished Beloved
Thought One:
How difficult those nights are, my beloved, as I strive to reach you, to find my way into your veins and heart. How arduous these nights are! We have learned the secrets of love, penned its finest verses, and sung its melodies, letting passion whisper harmonies. We forgot our sorrows and remained together, held by longing, free from separation and deprivation.
Thought Two:
I love you, my cherished one, with all that this word encompasses. I love you with an eagerness to see you, with a longing to hear your voice, enriched with every musical note. I love you with all the effort this word bears, expressing it solely to you and wishing to hear it from no one else. For however expressed, I have never felt it as I feel it with you. You are love and emotion, my teacher in the art of feeling.
Thought Three:
When my heart recognized your love, my beloved, the sun shone brightly within, spring sprang forth with joy in my heart, and the world blossomed in my eyes. I saw it as children do, lovely and tender. The outlines of beauty began to appear to my blind eyes. I will stay with you and remain by your side, never to part, regardless of how time treats me. Even if my heart feels disgrace and sorrow, I love you.
Messages for the Cherished Beloved
Message One:
Do not ask me about the dew, for nothing can match the softness of your voice, my beloved…
And do not inquire about my homeland, for it has taken residence in your hands, my beloved…
Do not ask about my name, for I forget it when I love you, my beloved…
Message Two:
If one day you despair of my love and consider ending it…
I will not hang myself…
Nor will I set myself ablaze…
I will not leap from a high building…
Because I know, in short…
That your eyes are the quickest means to despair…
Message Three:
My beloved, perhaps my soul cannot meet you…
And my eyes cannot behold you…
But my heart will never forget you…
If the eyes do not see you, the heart will not forget you…